Page 61 of Honey Sugar
“Me too. I guess since he’s not sniffing as much coke, he gets sober quicker. I don’t have time to think about him. I just want to get everything ready to open in the morning.” So we worked together and cleaned up the shop after a busy day then we made the honey syrup on the stove. Ivy kept fussing at me for not getting the timing right.
“I can’t concentrate,” I lied with a smirk.
“Titan, cut it out. You stir at exactly three minutes fourteen seconds then again at five minutes and eight seconds. You have to get the feel for it.” She stood beside me and put her hand on mine while I stirred the pot once, twice, three times like she taught me.
I pulled it off the burner after that and she smiled. I leaned in and kissed her pouty lips. “I know how to get that part right because you always reward me with that pretty smile.” Ivy pulled her pot off the stove too and then she draped her arms around my neck.
“How do you always know the right thing to say even when you’re a pain in the ass? You’ve always been that way.”
“Nah, I think you’ve always liked me so you let me get away with being a pain in the ass.” I rubbed her round behind and she giggled a little. It made me smile to hear the feathery sound.
“No…” she lied. Whenever she lied, her vowels always became more pronounced. So she dragged that fuckingOlike it stole from her.
“Yeah, okay. Tell the truth.” I pinned her against the wall and wouldn’t let her move one way or another. She was stuck looking into my eyes. I didn’t mind the view though. Her eyes were gorgeous.
“You’ve always been handsome, Titan. You know that. Anyone who can see you knows that.”
“I wanna know what you’ve always thought.”
“I can tell you what I thinkright now,” she smirked.
“What do you think right now?” I traced the delicate curve of her neck, mapping out the ways I wanted to bite and suck on her until she was begging for my dick.
“I think we should pour these damn candies and lollipops before the syrup gets too stiff.” She stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed. I couldn’t pretend like we didn’t have work to do.
Thirty minutes later, all the candies were poured and chilling. We were finally done for the damn night. Ivy was headed out of the kitchen. She swayed past me throwing her hips from left to right. They were like music. I heard songs every time she moved like she had sheet music beneath her skin.
I grabbed on and pulled her back into the kitchen with me. “You look good as fuck walking by.” The way her ass jiggled under her dress made my dick thicken in my sweats.
“Titan.” Her tone was a warning. I knew what she really wanted though and I was about to give it to her. I stole kisses from her honey sweet lips and walked with her until we were right back at the huge stainless steel counter.
When she bumped against it, I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My dick was already begging for her. I could smell her butterscotch in the air. I wanted it in my mouth but my dick was winning the fight. It strained against my pants, thick and heavy.
“Take this off,” Ivy purred, tugging at my t-shirt. It was gone in a second. Her dress came off next. Her hands skimmed against my tattoos then she followed them with her lips. Whenever Ivy put her lips on me, I felt like I was in heaven. Nothing was sweeter than her kisses.
I stole her pink panties, sliding them down her thighs and tossing them to the side before freeing my dick. Ivy looked down at it like she’d never seen it before. She held it in her hand and marveled at it like a revelation.
I yanked her to the edge of the table and she stared directly into my eyes while she eased my cock inside her slippery heat. “Is it yours, baby girl?” I wet my lips with my tongue while she settled herself onto my dick.
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned once I was all the way inside, spreading her.
“Tell me. I want to hear it.” I thrust into her and she let out an erotic gasp that sent electricity shooting through my veins.
“It’s my dick, Titan.”
“Yours. All yours, Ivy.” I picked up the pace, pounding her relentlessly. I loved pulling the nastiest sounds from her plump lips.
“Fuck, Titan, slow down. I’m going to come. I don’t want to come yet,” she begged. I leaned down and sucked on her lips while I slowed my pace. Her pussy was so damn wet I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold on. Slowing down wasn’t a bad idea.
“Play with your pretty pussy for me and feed me your fingers. I want to lick everything off,” I told her. She was hesitant when she reached between our bodies but she touched herself like I told her to. I loved the way it felt inside her when she jerked from the pleasure throbbing through her body.
“Let me taste it,” I growled. She slipped her fingers in my mouth one at a time and I let my tongue roll over the flavor. She tasted fresh like honeysuckle nectar.
I couldn’t get by on just a taste so I pulled out of her tight cunt and buried my face between her legs. I flicked her clit with my tongue and her back arched, pushing her tits toward the ceiling.
I ate her pussy like a starving man and I didn’t plan on stopping. “Titan, your tongue feels so good inside of me,” she cried out while her melodic hips worked in circles.
“Keep fucking my face, baby girl. You know I love that shit.” She pushed her fingers through my hair and let out a growl that made me suck her clit until she was trembling against my mouth. I wanted Ivy dripping from my lips, my chin, and the tip of my nose.
